I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland

Zhao Buchou's words seemed very straightforward.

And the tone was not polite, even with a hint of doubt.

This also shows that her character, every move and every move reveals the casualness of a benevolent disciple.

In layman's terms, it means low emotional intelligence.

But it’s also understandable, because emotional intelligence has never been prepared for playboys.

The Zhao Buchou in front of her seemed to have no worries. Rosen was not her benefactor anyway.

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Zhenyu raised his hand in embarrassment.

"Don't worry, don't say that."

"Okay, okay, I know, this is your and Yuening's savior."

Zhao Buchou replied with a smile, but his eyes were always fixed on Rosen.

At this time, Rosen was not angry because of her attitude.

Because he also has the same confusion.

What exactly is this super feeling of bliss?

He just had a vague guess, but he couldn't give an accurate answer.

It seemed to be an uncontrollable and mysterious state.

And it is true that he has never practiced the god-refining system of this world.

Seeing Rosen's confused expression, Zhao Buchou put away his teasing expression.

She turned her head and glanced at Zhang Zhenyu, thinking to herself.

"Did this person really lose his memory?"

Influenced by her mother, she practiced the divine refining method since she was a child.

The first four small realms are: concentration, concentration, sitting and forgetfulness, and rest.

But it wasn't until she turned 19 last month that she finally reached a state of concentration.

The Rosen in front of him looked several years younger than himself.

If he can reach the state of concentration at a young age, then his talent is definitely considered superior.

But judging from many details, Rosen still has a lot of doubts in her eyes.

Master Zhang Da was once famous in Gukou, but unfortunately he died on the battlefield against the British and foreigners.

The clues about Gu Yue's tomb also stopped abruptly from him.

There are so many people who covet the Zhang brothers and sisters.

Zhao Buchou had already made up his mind to protect his friends.

Thinking of this, she put away her frivolous expression.

He looked at Rosen with an extremely solemn expression.

"Lift your head and look into my eyes!"

Rosen did not comply, he lowered his upper eyelids and asked casually.

"Why?"

"Through the intersection of spiritual thoughts, I can determine whether you have the cultivation of God."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"I have become very proficient in eye-to-eye spiritual control."

There was a bit of impatience in Zhao Buchou's tone.

Perhaps she has long been accustomed to treating others with this attitude.

But Rosen would not coddle her.

"I reject."

Zhang Zhenyu, who was sitting next to him, saw something was wrong and quickly got up to smooth things over.

"Okay, okay, this is not a temple for priests, don't worry, why do you need to force your benefactor to make things difficult for you?"

Ignored Zhang Zhenyu’s persuasion.

Rosen's attitude made Zhao Buchou, who had always had his way, a little annoyed.

Without saying a word, she took out the riding crop from her waist with her backhand and suddenly whipped it from the side.

The tip of the whip can break the speed of sound in an instant.

But just as her hand moved, Rosen felt something.

His eyes bloomed with brilliance.

The pupils shrank slightly, and the crystal glass was like a miniature nebula, revealing a hazy depth.

His gaze was as real as day, and it captured your heart in an instant.

Just for a moment, he entered a mysterious super-sensory state again.

However, even if the speed of the riding whip was slowed down to 0.7 times the original, Rosen's neurological reaction still couldn't keep up, because the whip speed was too fast.

Just when he was about to carry it with his back, the power of the riding whip suddenly collapsed and it rolled backwards.

Zhao Buchou is obviously a good whip wielder and can send and receive it freely.

When she saw the change in Rosen's eyes, a look of shock appeared on her face.

"My eyes are as bright as a torch!"

"You are indeed calm!"

After the crisis was over, he did not emerge from the supersensible state.

Instead, he stared at Zhao Buchou with extremely intimidating eyes.

"You still said you didn't refine the gods!?"

"Wait, your mind..."

"Uh-huh!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Buchou let out a cry of pain.

Then he covered his forehead and leaned back.

A trail of blood flowed from Linglong's pretty nose.

Rosen's head also shook slightly, but it was not serious.

The eye contact just now made him feel like two glass bottles, one large and one small, were clashing.

He is the "big glass bottle" among them.

So the shock was not serious.

"Don't worry, are you okay?"

"Please don't be offended, my benefactor..."

The concerned voices of the Zhang brothers and sisters appeared one after another.

At this time, Zhao Buchou's eyes were a little dull.

She raised her wrist in a daze and wiped away the nosebleed.

"What a powerful spiritual thought!"

"But you didn't condense it!"

"I can feel the excitement and relaxation of your spiritual thoughts!"

"So, you really didn't lie!"

Zhao Buchou changed his previous arrogance and domineering attitude, with a look of surprise and inexplicable expression on his face.

"Gifted!!"

"Absolutely talented!"

"Luo...little brother Luosen, are you willing to join our Jinmen Priests Association?"

"Not only do you get a monthly allowance of 10 taels of silver, you can also receive two packs of calming soup."

"There are monks who will explain to you the realm before resting."

Faced with Zhao Buchou's attempts to win over him, Rosen had no interest.

"Feel sorry."

He was not interested in Zhao Buchou's wooing.

Unprecedentedly, after he said this, Zhao Buchou was uncharacteristically lifeless.

She took out the silk cloth and carefully wiped the remaining blood under her nose.

"I was rude."

"Let's talk about the service another day."

She stood up, cupped her hands, and left.

"My benefactor, it's really..."

Zhang Zhenyu apologized to him with a guilty look on his face.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Rosen waving his hand.

"This matter is not important."

"Tell me a little about martial arts and god refining."

"By the way, there are also today's prices."

…

After a cup of tea, Rosen had an idea.

The currency of this world is the gold and silver standard.

The realms of martial arts are similar, and there are as many martial arts routines as flowers.

The stages of cultivation generally remain the same.

The Zhang Family Martial Arts School has secrets that can help you reach the Marrow Condensation Realm.

It's just that it's one thing to have it, but it's another thing to be able to practice it to that level.

Each realm will have different bottlenecks that need to be broken. The higher the realm, the more difficult the bottlenecks are.

The same is true for refining the gods, and there are also restrictions on talent thresholds.

The main training in martial arts is physical fitness.

The first six realms are: training the skin, tempering the body, easing tendons, strengthening bones, accumulating internal organs, and condensing marrow.

After reaching the realm of marrow condensation, the body will take on a new look, becoming infinitely stronger and invulnerable.

By then, all hidden diseases and hidden dangers in the body will be eliminated.

Being able to swallow poison without dying and have a longer lifespan!

Therefore, warriors in the realm of marrow condensation are also called great martial arts masters.

It can be regarded as a strong one.